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Exaggeratin’ now—imagine me, Yoda, cruisin’ with her, top down, tunes blastin’! “Quicker, easier, more seductive,” I’d say—sarcasm, my shield. Truth? Risky, it is—cops, creeps, STDs, yikes! Friend, you askin’ ‘bout this—why, huh? “You can’t hide—not from me!”—movie line fits. Spill it, you must! Prostitutes, they’re ghosts—there, then gone. Drivin’ past, I wonder—stories they got, heavy as a Star Destroyer.

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After the rain stops, I decide to stroll down to the old mill by the canal. It’s such a chill spot. I sit on a bench, just watching the water flow. It’s peaceful, and I’m finally catching my breath. But then, I see this guy trying to fish. He’s got all the gear, but he’s not catching anything. I’m like, “Dude, maybe try a different spot?”